#without his veins popping out 😭😭

[planetxiao]

unpopular (?) opinion but i rather like raichi :0 he kinda cute too jus sayin’

[pit-and-the-pen]

Greedy Little Thing

Requested:

Hii just saw your blog for the first time and I'm in love😭😭. Also saw your asks are open and I strongly believe that the needy Az fic deserves a part two with needyyyy reader (begging) please please pleaseeee. We know Az will be brilliant at thissss.

This was so much fun to write. This is really just pure filth.

Technically a part 2 to this request but it’s not required!

Warnings: so much teasing, oral (f receiving), edging/ orgasm denial, some implied cum eating, creampie, p in v sex (18+), dirty talk, praise, Azriel being a little shit.

WC:3.1K

You very rarely got to see your mate dressed up. So used to seeing him in his training leathers that seeing him in anything else had you practically drooling. But seeing him in dress clothes was enough to bring you to your knees, black button down rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants that showed off his glorious thighs and ass. Your mate was hot, more than hot, he was built like a god. 

“Did you need something, doll?” He spoke. You realized you had come into the room for something. You were going to tell him something but all thoughts eddied out of your brain the moment you saw him. 

“You.” The world tumbled out of your mouth without you thinking. He chuckled lightly as he noticed your stare. And just to tease you, he flexed his arms making the veins pop ever so slightly. You imagined running your tongue over them and heat pooled deep in your belly. 

“It seems you’ve forgotten that we have plans tonight.” He was suddenly right in front of you. His finger hooking under your chin to make you look up at him. 

“We do?” Your voice was breathless, needy and whiny as you tried to recall where exactly you had to be that would keep you from climbing Azriel like a tree. 

“Cassian’s birthday party?” He asked more than spoke. Shit. That was what you had come here for. You needed to know where the wrapping paper went. The fancy thick ones that even Cassian had trouble tearing into. 

“What time does it start?” You broke your eyes away from him to peer at the clock on your nightstand. It was just a little past 5.

“Six. And you still need to get dressed.” You felt a pout rise on your face and Azriel’s thumb popped your bottom lip. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss. Well it was supposed  to be chaste but you got your arms around his neck before he could pull away. Teeth instantly sink into his bottom lip. He groaned and trailed his hands over your waist. He used his grip to pull you away from him, stepping back until your arms were fully extended around his shoulders. 

“Keep that up, princess, and we won��t go at all.”

‘Is that a bad thing?” 

“Nesta will come get us herself with how much planning she’s done.” You sighed heavily as he stepped out of your hold, your body instantly missing his warmth. 

“Go get ready and I’ll finish wrapping his present. Since that’s what you came in here looking for.” The bastard knew the whole time but had wanted to rile you up. Fine. Two can play that game. You spun on your heel and stomped over to the closet.

The dress you picked was one you had just gotten. Intricately cut patterns of fabric that covered just enough to be decent. It wasn’t your usual color, opting to not get it in your favorite sapphire blue but instead a red so dark it was almost purple. It matched your skin tone so wonderfully and brought out the color of your eyes. You left your hair down, letting it flow naturally over your shoulder, covering the exposed skin the dress left. Grabbing the matching heels, you slipped out of the closet and headed to grab the set of bracelets Azriel had recently gotten you. 

You struggled to clasp them, holding the delicate chain as it continued to slip out of your grasp. You gave a frustrated noise after the third attempt and went to go find your mate to help you. 

“Az.” You called into the house. Not knowing where he was. 

“In here.” He answered from his study. The door was opened so you walked in, still holding the bracelet to your wrist. You held it out for him, not even looking up. 

“I need your help.” You finally looked at him when you didn’t get a response and felt the surge of lust down the bond. His eyes hungirly roved over your figure. The tight dress clinging to the plush of your breast, your stomach and thighs. He licked his lips as he walked over to you. Azriel took your outstretched wrist with a careful hand and managed to clasp the silver bracelet. 

He placed a soft kiss to your pulse point before pulling you against him. A soft grunt leaving you as you crashed against his chest. His free hand rested on the skin of your back, left open with the low cut of the dress. 

“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart.” He said against the shell of your ear. You fought back a shiver as his breath tickled your neck. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You asked me to get ready.” Your words would have been convincing if it wasn’t for the smell of your arousal in the air. Azriel peeled his hand away from you to catch a glimpse of the watch on his wrist. 

“Ten minutes.” Was all he said before he knelt down in front of you. Your hands followed him down, clutching onto him and settling on his shoulders. He was quick to sling your leg over his shoulder. Opening you up to him. He ran the tip of his nose along the center of your underwear, drinking in your scent. 

“You’re drenched for me, sweetheart.” 

“Az-” You mewled as he reached up to tug your panties to the side. Your hands slid into his hair as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit. Teasing the bundle of nerves with feather-light strokes. Your nails dug into his scalp, focusing on the hints of pleasure he was giving you. A breathy “please” leaving your mouth was all it took for him to unleash himself. His pace was merciless, the sounds of his lips on your mingling perfectly with your loud cries. Your legs wobbled slightly and he wrapped an arm around you. Giving you leverage to ride his face, your hips bucking in time with his tongue. 

He had you rapidly approaching your peak. Broken version of his name falling over your lips. 

“Az I’m gonna-” And right as you felt that clench deep in your stomach, he was pulling away. 

A loud cry of outrage left you as you stared down at him. Chest heaving as he placed your foot back down on the ground and stood up to his full height again. He smoothed your dress back into place on your hips, squeezing lightly as he did. 

You felt hot all over, pulse thrumming across your skin. Words failed you as Azriel licked his lips, cleaning your glistening arousal off of his face. 

“I-I was so close.” You whined, closing your eyes as if trying to will the feeling to come back. 

“And maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you to wait and not try to tease me like a brat.” He tapped your cheek, a silent request for you to open your eyes. “Now you can be frustrated all night while I decide if I’m going to let you cum.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. “Please. I’ll be good. Please let me cum.” 

He placed a small kiss on your forehead before looking at his watch again. He picked up the present and held an arm out for you. You didn’t hesitate, although a little pouty, to grab it as he winnowed you to the venue Nesta had picked out. 

The girls had spared no expense, and it was obvious as you looked around. Cassian normally wasn’t one for big parties but the century birthdays were always a big deal. Nesta had turned the club into an almost intimate setting but the music thumping through the sound system had your pulse skyrocketing again. You felt it everywhere, still so worked up with not being able to cum. Azriel rubbed small circles into your back, encouraging you to relax. 

“I’ll get us drinks.” He said as he placed another kiss to the top of your head. 

The club was still open to the public tonight, Nesta had just reserved the top floor for Cassian’s party. He would still want to dance with Nesta and she was fully aware of that. You looked around the room for the rest of your friends and quickly spotted them. Cassian's wings sticking out among the crowd. He already had Nesta pulled tight against him. You caught her eye and she pulled away from him with a cat-like smile before she focused on you. You extended the present out to her and she took it to add to the growing pile on one of the tables. 

“You made it.” She gave you a smirk that let you know you must not have been as composed as you thought you were. “I’m surprised with you wearing…that.” She covered her laugh as you rolled your eyes. 

“Azriel was very insistent on being here on time.” As you looked for your other friends you felt your anger rising. No one else had shown up yet, you and Az being the first other couple here. Frustration overrode the lust still buzzing below your skin until you felt Azriel join your side. 

He handed you your drink, suddenly very grateful for the cool glass against your hand. 

“How did you convince them to let you decorate?” Azriel asked Nesta who merely shrugged in response. 

“I’m persuasive.” She responded and you felt the urge to laugh at the image of her storming into the club managers office and demanding them to let her essentially redo half of the club. You took a deep sip of your drink as the rest of your family slowly started to arrive. Feyre and Rhys first, with a small mountain of gifts. Mor, Emerie and Gwen arrive next. Elain and Lucien after, and even Amren. 

Eventually rounds of shots were poured as everyone started to get started for the night. Cassian was glowing with happiness as he danced with Nesta, then Feyre and eventually you. He spun you in a large circle as you tipped your head back laughing. He had gotten better at dancing since being with Nesta, a fact she was very proud of. He had two left feet and no rhythm before he met her. 

The song faded into the next and you excused yourself from the dance floor to get another drink. Azriel was right behind you, hands seeming to gravitate towards your waist and back. He had left teasing touches all over skin the entire night and it was enough to have your thighs clenching together as your mind drifted to the unfinished events in his office. 

“You seem tense, sweetheart.” His hands going to rest on your shoulders, fingers rubbing at the tight muscles around your neck. You leaned into his touch, biting back a moan at the feeling of him touching you so intimately. He chuckled as he pulled away, a deep frown on your face. He was still riling you up, hours after and it was working perfectly. Your thighs were sticking with your arousal. 

“Az, please.” You plead, not entirely sure what you were begging for. For him to stop, for him to pull you into the bathroom of the club and finally finish what he started. 

“Behave.” Was all he said as he pulled you to the center of the dance floor, you drink still waiting on the bar top. 

He pulled you tight against him as the song shifted to something slower, something more sensual. His hips dug into yours perfectly, meeting you beat for beat. Your hands were digging into the front of his shirt, clutching onto the fabric to stop yourself from melting into a pool at his feet. His hands ghosting along your waist, over your sides, brushing every inch of exposed skin had you panting against him. You pulled him down to meet your lips, a sigh escaping both of you as you did. His hands went to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His tongue parted your lips and he licked into your mouth. Demanding every bit of your attention. 

You didn’t realize he had backed you into a corner until you felt the wall behind you. It gave you leverage to grind your hips against him. A small part of you was satisfied as you felt his rock hard length through his pants. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes dark and pupils blown. He was matching your breathing, chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. 

You reached your hand down before he caught your wrist and pulled you away from his waistband. 

“I told you to behave.” He growled in your ear. The sound was so perfect it made you want to cry out in frustration. You felt it everywhere. Your toes curl in your heels as you whine. 

“Az. You proved your point. I’ll listen.” Your voice is high pitched. 

“Look at you, so needy for me. I bet you would let me fuck you right here?” Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. He laughed darkly at your response. “You would, wouldn’t you. My little slut, so needy for my cock she’d let me fuck her in a room full of strangers.” He bit the junction between your neck and shoulders had a loud moan falling from your lips. 

“Az-” He silenced you with a kiss. Hips driving into yours, pinning you against the wall. You wrapped a leg around his waist, exposing your dripping core to him. He growled low in his chest and you felt the world moving around you. 

Next thing you felt was the plush of your large bed underneath you. 

“You want me that badly, princess?” He was already unbuttoning his shirt, his toned chest slowly becoming visible. You nodded, your throat suddenly feeling dry. A small slap to the inside of your thigh had you crying out a yes. 

He leaned over you, arms caging in each side of your head. He eyed you up, a smirk plastered on his face as you panted under him. He reached out and flipped you over so you were in his lap. Straddling his hips, your heels hanging off the edge of the bed. Your hand slipped behind you to take them off but his words stopped you. 

“Keep them on.” Was all he said before he started trailing kisses over your collarbone, down to the space between your breasts. You wanted the dress off, wiggling your hips to tell him as much. Azriel didn’t hesitate. Hands coming up the zipper of the dress and pulling it down excruciatingly slow. He pulled away long enough to slip the scrap of fabric over your head, you arms raising and falling against his chest with a loud smack. He leaned back on his elbows, drinking in your figure. Your skin flushed with need, eyes wide and wild. You leaned down and started placing open mouth kisses on his exposed chest. You went to slide off of his lap before a firm hand stopped you. 

“As much as I would love to see your pretty mouth wrapped around me. I want to be inside of you.” You could have cried with relief at the words. But you should have known there would be a catch. He didn’t waste another second before he was slipping inside of you. Hours worth of teasing making it almost too easy for him to fill you. You sniffled as you sunk down completely. Already drunk off the feeling of him. 

His hands found themselves on either side of your hips, urging you to move at the pace he set. You own arms hooking around his neck as you pull yourself closer to his chest. YOur head rolled back until you were looking at the ceiling, body bouncing with each thrust as you could do nothing but take everything he gave you. 

You felt that coil tightening again in your stomach. Your thighs clenching around his waist, trying to take him deeper. 

“You’re taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Look at how pretty you are.” 

You could do nothing but cling to him tighter, your moans mingling with his own groans. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding. The bed shook across the floor as he continued to drive his hips against yours, again and again. Your whole body clenched as you were about to tip over the edge and right as you went to cry out for him. He pulled out, flipping you over so you were suddenly under him. You cried out again. 

“Az. Please.” He kissed your cheek, trying to sooth you as you reached out for him. He waited a few heartbeats before he lined himself back up with your entrance and pushed in. 

“Are you gonna be good?” He asked. You would have said yes to whatever he wanted, anything to let you cum for him. You were nodding, voice horse from the pitch of your moans. 

He grabbed your ankles and pushed your thighs up to meet your shoulders, driving his hips with his whole body. You felt every wonderful inch of him this way, could feel how tight your walls were pulling him in. His skin was dewey as a layer of sweat clung to both of you. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your legs started to shake. Your body so exhausted already as you tried to lift your hips up to meet him. 

“Cum for me, my sweet, beautiful, girl.” He pressed his nose into your shoulder, biting down right as you hit your high. You shuddered in his arms, which tightened around you. Letting you ride out your high as his hips slowed down, grinding against you. It was only a few more moments before he was growling into your ear. HIs hips stilling as he pumped you full of his release. You stayed wrapped around him, basking in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms you had ever had. Body finally relaxing against him. He pulled out of you slowly, your releases spilling out and running down your thigh. Azriel’s eyes went right to the mess between your legs and you saw that glint of hunger that told you the night was only beginning. 

He started to trail kisses down your stomach until he laid flat against the bed. 

“I think I owe you more than one, princess.” And brought his lips to your folds for the second time tonight.

[greycaelum]

Hi! I really really love your kaleidoscope series! Kiku and sai are just SO SO CUTEEEE!! Theyre making me have a baby fever

I just really love seeing Satoru protective of his daughter! Cant imagine what will happen if someone from sai's class or some boy decides to get close to her! Or what will happen when sai's first heartbreak!

Thank you so much sweetheart! And yes I'm also being affected by the baby fever. This is not proofread coz at this point I'm basically just writing what my fingers tap on 😭 will proofread later

Satoru believes he's a reasonable father. So reasonable it's natural he will wreck a riot when he finds out a boy... A BOY! is trying to make a move on his princess.

"This is not a kindergarten. I swear, my daughter is still a baby! Last night she still asked me to read her a bedtime story." He rambled on and on.

You could tell he is genuinely freaking out with how he's pacing around so much you're starting to get dizzy.

"She's just eight Satoru. What do eight years old do? Puppy loves can't be overruled, she's still so young." You tried to assure him but Satoru's face only grew more hopeless, running to your knees.

"What if she gets married early? What am I gonna do? Honey! Do something! I can't just give away my daughter to some wolf like boy who will snatch her away from me after I protected her since she was just 'this small'..." Satoru made a size of a baby from his hand.

You've had enough. Bringing him to face you and flicking his forehead. Someone needs to wake up.

"Calm. Down." There's firmness in your voice prompting Satoru to stop and breathe.

You sighed and patted his head.

"Saika is a reasonable girl, you've taught her more how to kick a boy's groin than to entertain one, okay? Besides she's a logical girl, and all her decision will teach her a lesson she needs to learn, so calm down and watch over her."

Satoru looks at you and finally nods. You sound calm, making him calm too. But still it makes him sad that his daughter has a crush already. He doesn't think he can let her have a boyfriend even in 18.

The next day...

The doorbell rang and Satoru went to get it since you're still eating breakfast. When he opened the door, he wasn't expecting a lost puppy...

"Stop looking at him like a stray Papa." Kouki remarked blankly. "For the record, he is Cat's classmate."

Classmate, huh?

"Oh?" Satoru finally understood from his firstborn's tone. "Really now? Got some bravery in you young man eh?"

The boy, quite tall for an eight-year-old looked at Satoru.

"Good morning Sir, I'm Chiba Masaki. Gojo Saika-san is my classmate and I really like her." The boy looked at Satoru without any hesitance in his eyes.

A vein popped in Satoru's temples.

"You got guts young man." This boy wants a fight or somethin'? Satoru was close to growling. Kouki leered at the two of them, casually leaning on the couch backrest.

"I really like her smile, she's very kind and yet brave enough to never back down. I'm here to tell you, I will take care of her and keep her safe."

Do eight-year-old do this shit? Satoru remembers plucking the flowers in his mom's vase and chasing around cats as an eight years old. Not coming on the front door of his crush and acting like an old man being sizzled under a father's gaze. What's wrong with these kids?

"Do you have a job?" Satoru crossed his arms.

"I will find one!" Masaki answered immediately.

"Do you see this house?" Satoru motioned to the huge house he built for you. "You can come back and ask my permission to court my daughter if you have a house bigger than this. If you have a stable job that can provide her anything she wants. If you have what it takes to make her happy. Until then you're not allowed to touch her, court her, or even think of making her your girlfriend. I only give my daughter the best of the best. This is a man-to-man thing. Do you understand?" Satoru's voice thundered with finality.

The boy squared up and opened his mouth to say something but you appeared, putting a finger over his lips.

"I suggest you don't make that promise yet, young man." You crouched and smiled to the surprised boy. "You're so young... And if you make that promise out of urgency without thinking of it more thoroughly you might break your word. The second you break your promise, your words cannot be trusted anymore."

You smiled and patted his head.

"Don't hurt our Saika alright? If you hurt her, you'll hurt us too." You made a sad face.

"I won't hurt her Ma'am. This much I can promise you."

Masaki's determined face somehow reminds you of someone who chased after you left him and he had to get through your father's anger just to talk to you again.

They're still so young... Time will tell.

"Mama? Papa? What are you doing?" Saika came down the stairs with her backpack ready to go. "Oh, Saki-chan. I told you Kiku-nii can walk me to school."

Masaki look at Saika ang visibly soften. "We talked for a bit. It's an important thing."

"Important thing?" Saika turned to her brother for an explanation.

Kouki shrugged and grab his bag too.

Saika kissed you and Satoru goodbye. But Satoru was still concerned while you held on his arms. Until Kouki pat his Papa's shoulder.

"I got it Pa, don't worry too much." Kouki grinned and walked behind the two eight-years-old, keeping an eye on them.

"He reminds me of someone." You smiled and then back to the kitchen.

"Oh gosh..." Satoru ran his hand over his face realizing who you meant, and close the door. "No, I'm just dreaming... Honey please, that squirt is nothing like me!"

You laughed from the kitchen and hugged him to calm his heart down.

—Grey,

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby  @aeanya  @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld

[scribeofnight]

A little sneak peek to my wip zayne fic? <3 since you've all been waiting so patiently and so well, it's the least i could do, right?

the zayne fic (inspired by and adapted from business trip card, which i got bc rafayel's your fragrance rEFUSES TO COME HOME) is currently at 1.8k words long...and i'm not even halfway there to finishing....

zayne nation, sit tight, i'm going to be feeding you 😭

“You have freckles.” “What?” Zayne’s voice rang out, one of his eyebrows raised as he looked at you, making no effort to move back. You gently brought your hand up to the other’s cheeks, cupping it carefully as you brushed the small, unnoticeable smattering of freckles on Zayne’s skin, a soft smile stretching on your lips.

“I never knew you had freckles, Dr Zayne.” You watched a foreign emotion flash through Zayne’s eyes as his eyes flickered to your lips before pulling away abruptly, a soft cough erupting from his lips. You knew he was flustered - he always put distance between you two when he was flustered.

He started up the car, the revving engine breaking the comfortable silence as you leaned your head back against the seat, your head turned so that you are facing him, watching him drive. A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he glanced at you, pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive towards his apartment.

“I did not know that I was your object of amusement.” Zayne’s cold voice sounded in the quiet atmosphere. You hummed quietly, your eyes still on him as you cleared your throat, turning down the radio as you watched the headlights speed behind, rubbing your eyes carefully.

“Do you not have anything else to say, Zayne?” “What do you want me to say?”

Zayne quipped back, his eyes darting across the road as he continued to drive, his hands on the steering wheel. You cannot help but appreciate that the veins on his hand were more prominent when he drove, the lines tracing up his forearms - his strong, solid forearms that were flexing as he moved his arm.

You cleared your throat, huffing out quietly as you turned to look out the window, realising that you were pulling into the carpark of Zayne’s apartment. He wordlessly placed his keys in your hands, unlocking the doors and turning off the engine after you got out, before moving to the trunk to pull out your luggages. Just then, a neighbour of Zayne’s popped their head out, looking at you.

“Oh, Y/N! Welcome back! Staying over at your boyfriend’s?” The elderly neighbour called out, mirth and laughter laced in her words. You simply yelled out an affirmation, ignoring the boyfriend comment as you turned to Zayne, who was suddenly next to you, and checking the time on his watch, glancing at you as you both started to make your way to the elevator lobby, pressing the button.

The elevator dinged open, somehow the tension between you growing thicker as you stepped into the elevator, Zayne carrying your luggage, following behind you as he cleared his throat awkwardly. You still refused to look at him, your eyes on the changing levels displayed at the elevator’s LED display, swallowing harshly as you felt a lump forming in your throat. Did that night mean nothing to him?

The elevator dinging broke you out of your thoughts, and you hastily made show of fixing your hair, discreetly wiping your eyes and willing your voice to not shake. You clenched your fists - you knew that they would be shaking. They always did, when you were this upset and confused. That, and coupled with barely and rest from your back-to-back missions - you wondered if it would be selfish of you to shut yourself out from everything for a while. Even Zayne. You brushed down your dress, straightening it lightly as you stepped out as soon as the elevator door opened, barely registering the noise that escaped Zayne’s mouth.

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[sourpeachsayshi]

Is it morally wrong if I ask for cnc/brat tamer 😭

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: dark content; cnc; brat tamer; spanking roleplaying; sex without protection; rough sex; choso x reader; degradation; humiliation; orgasm denial; aftercare; soft/hard dom choso; praise

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ note: ahh, nonnie! I just want to share this little note and say there is nothing morally wrong with having fantasies like this. fantasies are a safe space for sexual exploration always x

choso grips the fat of your hips and ruts into you from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around his room. your wanton moans leave your lips in a disruptive pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"wait-wait~" you whine, "choso, stop-m'sorry~"

his brows furrow, his cheeks stinging with shame as he thrusts deeper and harder. hitting the right spot that makes you tremble, and forces you to collapse onto your forearms.

"you're not sorry," he grunts, "acting like a spoiled brat in front of everyone, gotta fuck this attitude right out of you..."

"no, no, please~" you sniffle, licking your lips as your eyes flutter in anticipation. "I'l be good, promise..."

you fist the bedsheet and cling to it, a tiny pool of drool forming onto the mattress. stars form in front of your eyes. it feels so good, too good that it nearly snaps you out of the fantasy that you are in. you feel a sharp sting on your rear when he delivers a slap, a broken cry leaving you as you yank the sheet between your fingers.

choso was lost in the heat of lust. he has been from the moment you walked out into the living room, wearing a tiny white see through tank top with your tits out on display for all of his friends to see, and an attitude that only left him embarrassed. yuji was a blushing mess, mahito blatantly making snide comments, yuki touching you far too much for his liking and suguru whispering into choso's ear if everything was alright between you both. none of them knowing that this was something you discussed beforehand.

choso pulls out, his fat, thick cock coated in your slick, standing prominently erect. he flips you over onto your back, and plunges back inside without giving you any warning. he watches your tits bounce with every thrust, his eyes dark is it narrows lower to your abused cunt.

"if you act out, y-you don't get to cum," he scolds, his voice growing deep. his hips stuttering. "you're just going to take it whatever I give you, take how I fill you up-"

you shake your head no, your arms looking for support as you hook them underneath the pillow. "don't cum inside me," you beg, "please, please, please~"

his veins pop on his arms, and across his torso. he groans feeling how tight you are around him, releases a string of curses when he finally reaches his climax and spills his seed inside you.

your thighs are quivering, your body shaking because you did your part. you allowed him to use you as he pleases, but now your lover has to return the favor.

"cho~" you whimper, tears forming in your eyes out of desperation.

he pants as he watches his cum spill from between your lips, takes in the marks he's left on your body. "you did so, so good, baby" he acknowledges sweetly, before repositioning himself so his face is between your thighs.

he kisses the bruising hickeys on your plush skin, makes a path all the way to your throbbing clit that's desperate for attention. "you handle me so well, you make me so proud..."

you bite your bottom lip, sniffling as you look down at him with glossy eyes.

he kisses your clit, "it's okay, sweetheart, I got you..." he breathes, rolling his tongue tenderly over the bud. "just relax and I'll give you exactly what you want."

prompts for this are closed.

[nvoirs]

18+ content below! Nsfw Warning!

EWWW SOMEONE JUST LIKED THIS AND REMINDED ME OF THIS TERRIBLE SMUT - 19/01/2024 😭

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ - ʟ.ꜱ.ᴋ

Disclaimer; oral sex, M receiving + F receiving, swearing, degrading.

Leon had you spread out on the bed like a canvas, legs being forced open with his slender fingers that dug into the soft fat of your thighs. His ash-blonde hair tickled you, as he licked up your juices.

His tongue swirled around your clit, licking your pussy like an artist with a paintbrush. You were his canvas, his painting, his masterpiece. He couldn't describe how turned on he felt when he saw you like this. A whining, writhing, beautiful mess just for him, and only him.

Leon was quite experienced in this field of work, in other words eating pussy. He'd done it with a few different girls, but you stood out for him. Not only were you just vocal, but you were vocal specifically for him. He could feel your intimacy radiating through the air. You moaning, whining and screaming his name was enough for him to circle your clit relentlessly wanting to watch your fucked out face contort in pleasure, over and over again. He wanted to give it to you all.

He could tell you were getting closer to orgasming, and since you'd been a good girl for him and already held your climax once, he decided to let you cum.

“Go on baby cum for me please, want you to cream all over my face”

This man had a chokehold on you, he was confident in his actions and everything he did. It made you flush with excitement hearing him call you baby, as you two weren't a couple. It was more of a friends with benefits type of troupe, but you wished you could be something more. But with both your works colliding, Leon always having to leave in the middle of a make out session, your hopes withered.

A few more tongue fucks by Leon, and you finally released. Gripping the bed sheets so hard, your knuckles turned white. You were blinded by your climax that you saw stars in your vision. Your juices painting Leon's face and your thighs, as you cried out his name. Repeating it over and over like a mantra.

“Fuck Leon, oh god” Being to far gone, the white's of your eyes were beginning to show, coming down from your high.

Feeling your thighs being softly caressed, you peered down at Leon and looked at his spit, cum covered face. Before you could speak he interrupted “you can show me your thankfulness through your actions” he smirked.

You did that little smile that made his cock even harder. Dropping down to your knees, you pulled down his black cargos and his boxers that were stained with his precum. His cock was pretty girthy, one particular vein popping out on the left side of his shaft. His angry almost red tip glistened with his precum. You traced the vein with your index finger, him hissing In return.

You looked up at him and saw him staring down menacingly that you almost got too nervous. With your fingertips you glided his cock to your open mouth, and sucked on the tip.

Leon let out a deep groan that resonated through the room. “Fuck baby, don't you dare tease me”

“Well where's the fun In that if I don't?”

Taken aback, Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and ordered you to open your mouth.

You did so hesitantly, and he plunged his cock into your mouth without warning.

Bobbing your head back and forth he whispered into your ear “If you want to act like a slut, then I'm gonna treat you like one you hear me?”

Nodding at his speech, You were so close to gagging, tears began to prick in your eyes as Leon rammed your throat. Drool seeping down your mouth and jaw, beginning to drip into your lap.

“Oh shit, your mouth is so fucking warm” he said squeezing your head slightly. His breathy moans encouraged you to go faster.

Without warning, Leon came into your mouth the warm substance painting your mouth white. You swallowed it all, and glanced back up to Leon.

His eyes were still that dark lustful blue, meaning he hadn't finished with you yet.

“God damn you're gonna be the death of me, you hear that agent?” He sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Now get back onto that bed.”

[lelengerine]

My love i want to marry you so you could tell me all the amazing stories inside your head ‼️ i want to request you where reader gets grumpy because haechan left hickeys in her neck when she told not to ( if only you have time) muahhh

i could literally tell you all the thoughts i have for free anon just say the word 😩 on another note tho, i hope you don’t mind me implementing gamer hyuck into this too,, im just too engrossed with the pairing 😭😭 but thank you for the request (this is my first one aaaah), i love u sm sm 🤍🤍🤍

sucker for you

pairing | streamer!hyuck x streamer!reader

genre | its pretty much fluff, use of nicknames for reader (lovie, baby) and hyuck (lovie, bub), tell me if i missed anything!

wc | 0.9k

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you had just woken up a few minutes ago, currently struggling to get ready in time for the stream you scheduled to start in less than ten minutes. perhaps if someone in particular (ahem, your boyfriend) decided to wake you up at the time you instructed before you went to bed last night, you wouldn’t even be in this predicament. 

the clock was ticking down to the second, and you could only set your hair in a messy bun before preparing to go live, thanking your past self for setting up the recording software the day before. you take a seat in your gaming chair in haste, patting your cheeks as much as you could since, for some reason, the adrenaline coursing through your veins from the rush of getting ready seems to be doing little to none in actually keeping you awake.

you pull up twitch, a bunch of streaming settings popping up on your monitor. with a couple of clicks, the platform is now notifying your viewers of your livestream.

you sit in peace for a couple of seconds before your regular viewers come dropping by one by one.

user_01: MY STREAMER IS ON TIME !!!

user_02: how is your day today, my loveee?

user_03: omg i finally made it to one of the streams!!! ahhh so excited >&lt;

“hello my lovelies.” you greet calmly, a warm smile glazing over your features, and you can only hope it masks the tiredness behind your voice. “let’s see what we’ll be doing for today’s live, shall we?”

user_04: does anyone else see that thing on y/n’s… neck?

user_05: IS THAT WHAT I THINK THAT IS???????

user_06: Y/N JUST WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO 

the messages have you alarmed, clearly confused from what chat was telling you. “huh? do i have something on me?” you ask, letting each syllable fall out of your lips ever so slowly as you’re having difficulty trusting your viewers, recalling past moments of them pranking you.

user_07: there’s a little something on your neck, yeah…

user_08: oh i just know that look on your face, y/n!! we aren’t joking around this time :[[

reading a few more comments has you somewhat assured your viewers are telling the truth, now deciding to stand up from your chair. “i’ll be back then, chat! i’ll just go check myself in the mirror.” 

with the small announcement, you set your stream to the waiting room before walking towards your bathroom with a wave of nerves hitting you. 

just what was your chat so concerned about?

a small glance at the mirror has you gasping in shock, inspecting what seems to be a familiar-looking purplish bruise littering your skin. immediately registering what it was, you could only think of one culprit, your beloved haechan. 

despite the flurry of emotions that fill your senses, the only one you could clearly describe is the raging feeling of annoyance stemming from sheer embarrassment. 

sure, you’ve done a lot of regrettable things on stream, but nothing as telling as this.

without a second thought, you rush out of your room, and over to the living room where your boyfriend is residing for the day. “hyuck!” 

“hey, baby!” he looks up from his phone, greeting you cheerily—a striking contrast to the tone of your own voice. “is something the matter?”

“did you do this?” you ask straightforwardly, exasperation lacing your words as you point to where a hickey stains your skin.

he directs his line of sight to the mark, slowly but surely failing to hide the smirk making his lips curve upwards. “what if i did? hypothetically, of course!” 

your brain starts wracking with grumbles at the response, unable to comprehend why your boyfriend decided to do it in the first place. “you know i don’t mind you doing this sort of thing, but chat saw me with it! and you knew i was going to stream today!” 

“… yeah i did.” he confirms, now feeling a little guilty after seeing how grumpy you’ve become over a little hickey. in his eyes, it was barely even visible! he’d make it larger if he could- but maybe another time when the two of you wouldn’t be streaming for a while. “i’m sorry baby. i’m just a sucker for you.” 

you see his lips that once held a smirk now falling into a pout, and you’re starting to feel bad from how big of a deal you’re making this be. “it’s okay, but at least tell me next time so i can at least try covering it up. okay, lovie?”

“okay, lovie.” he repeats, shuffling his feet towards you until you feel his warm embrace engulf your figure. you already know this was his way of properly apologizing, rather showing his genuineness through actions instead of words.

“good.” you state with a soft smile as you return the hug, the negative emotions you were bearing now fizzing away. 

it’s only when you realize you have a stream to get back to that you release from the comfort of your boyfriend. “ah, right- chat is gonna start messing with me if i come back any later than i already am. i’ll talk to you later again, bub!”

“don’t cover the hickey! let them know you’re mine at least?” haechan tries convincing you, a sheepish look on his face.

“fine, only because i literally have to get back now.” you comply, playfully rolling your eyes. “i love you!”

“i love you too, baby.” he returns, watching as your figure disappears back into your streaming room. he’s definitely doing that again, with the addition of telling you about it, of course.

[littlemisspropaganda]

Sukuna Ryomen's Novelette: To Take her out; Uno style

These can be read out of order C:

Prt: 4 Previous: Prt 1 Prt 2 Prt 3 Next: Prt 5

Prècis: Brief mentioning of Yuji and Uruame, fluff, Sukuna bluffing

Somehow this happened. And once again, the King of Curses didn’t even know how or why he was allowing it.

You and him were playing uno. And you both made a bet.

If he wins, he gets to kill you. But unfortunately for the king, you were just unbeatable at the game.

“I WIN!!” You shout, extending your arms high in the air. Sukuna’s face grumbles up in an irritated fashion. “You humans and your moronic—half witted, confusing games" Sukuna mocked as he leaned his chin in his own palm.

“What was that?” You screeched a little too happy with your hand cupping your ear. Sukuna rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time.

“I can’t wait to take you out.”

Your face widen, Sukuna saw the way your eyes extended and how your face drained of that smile you had before.

Did he…..go too far?….

Then without a second— as if you could read his mind. You grinned ear to ear. The sparkle once more in your eyes as if it never left.

“You can’t wait to take me out….ON A DATE? Since I won, you practically have to” you giggle as you hum your victory in his face.

A date huh?

Sukuna leaned back on the ginormous skull as he watched you dance in victory.

He, unfortunately couldn’t fight the smirk that carved itself on his face.

Winning that game would’ve been easy. Too easy. But making you smile is even easier.

Sukuna snorts and tells himself he only did it because it’d be fun making you think you won, so the next time (why would there even be a next time?) he’d crush that little smile you had thinking you won.

But the next time you both played. You won that round too.

BONUS (Cos I'm cool like that)

"Uraume" the king spoke as he sat powerfully on his throne.

"Yes master.." Uraume came to his aid, as always with their knee bent, head to the ground.

Uraume was ready for any request of the master. To kill someone? Done. Spy? Done. Prepare a bath? Done. Sacrifice themself? Done. Prepare a meal? Don--

"What would be a--.....methodical... expectation for an event these humans call a date?"

Uraume head popped up, mouth wide open. Eyes meeting the master, Uraume had to confirm. He had to just been pulling a leg as a joke.

But his face was stone straight. The type to send shivers up your spine. He was serious.

Nonetheless, Uraume's face sparkled with joy. "Master I never thought the day would come. Who is it? I bet I know" Uraume said, voice slick with tease as your name fell. "I don't know master you may not be ready." Uraume teased once more, not able to help themselves.

Sukuna's eyebrow perked in irritation. Uruame just had to do this..."Don't tell me master--" Uraume faked gasped, with fake concern. "Don't tell me you need step. BY STEP. instructions on how to prep her for a kiss." Uruame kept teasing, not noticing the obvious bulging vein on Sukuna's left side temple.

Suddenly, a new voice chimed in. "A date..." and it just had to be idiot brat Itadori. "Sukuna has a date?" Sukuna could literally hear the shock and amusement in the brats voice.

Sukuna's finger bounced with irritation. Unlike you-- these two where definitely dead.

Stole this gif from a post I reblogged 😜.

But like I updated my blog page and im SOO proud of it. Like I did soemthing productive todayyy

I literally have sukuna smut sitting casually in my notes 😭

Also my stomach hurts so bad. Idk why.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hellooo, can I ask for a fic where Y/N wakes up sitting in a chair, blindfolded and tied, before feeling Hanma/Kisaki's familiar fingers in her thighs and hearing, "remember, you asked for this little princess."

Y/N's thighs clench once she recalled a discussion she had a week ago with her lover about wanting to be fucked in a room full of delinquents from their gang.

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It can either be Hanma or Kisaki (somthin bout them wanting to please the reader n also let everyone know that shes his) 😭✋fulfilling the reader's exhibitionism fantasy, idkk this might be a bit too much. I hope you take this up and enjoy working on it loll thanks!

This is a Hanma prompt. He's too devious >:)

Keeps On Giving: Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, Hanma being Hanma

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"Wakey, wakey."

A cool washcloth is passed over your face, and with a jolt, you come to. You can't see anything. And when you try to move your fingers to remove whatever was obscuring your vision, you find they're tied quite tight.

But you can hear. And the shifting of clothing and soft breathing isn't just from one person. From what you can gather as you try to decipher your predicament, you're around a group.

"Remember," you hear someone familiar whisper in your ear. "You asked for this, little princess." A hand shifts over your clothed pussy, and they're long... just like Hanma's.

"H-Hanma?" you breathe, but no one answers you. A kiss is tapped to the left corner of your lips, but nothing else is said. Panic floods your veins. You could be wrong. You could be completely wrong and in the midst of a rival gang looking to get their revenge. Before you can scream, you're moved off of the chair and placed stomach down, hands tied behind your back and legs propping you up.

Face down, ass up.

You whimper as fingers skim over your backside, making goosebumps surface in their wake. "It's a free show. But if you feel inclined to tip... Who am I to stop you?" The person chuckles, and you'd know Hanma's laughter anywhere. It's the signature of his manic style of behavior, and just unhinged enough to ease your fears. But then... why were you here in front of a bunch of--

"Deepest, darkest desires..."

"I don't have any."

"There's no way."

"Well... there is one. But promise not to tell anyone."

The conversation comes back to you clear as day. And now, like Hanma said earlier, you were getting what you asked for.

Your underwear is snipped off, the fabric leaving your backside chilly as your shirt is pushed up around your shoulders. You must've been in the throes of a truly deep sleep to not notice your boyfriend tying you up and shifting you around.

But you're not deterred. This is a fantasy come true. Hanma's skinny fingers dip into your warm cunt and stay there for a brief second, letting you adjust to the feeling of someone inside of you. You moan, and someone in the crowd stifles a resounding gasp of pleasure.

That. That's what you're after.

You buck your hips to urge Shuji on, but he only pulls his fingers out of you. "You're so wet," he grumbles. Soft panting can be heard above the sound of Hanma humming as he sucks his fingers clean, each one popping free with a loud smack. "Tastes just as good as I thought you would." His fingers - just the middle and ring finger - return to your cunt, sinking all the way in before thrusting onc against your g-spot. If you could, you'd arch your back and whine with delight, but you can only do one of those at the moment.

"That's it," Shuji whispers, tapping against your G-spot again. "Go ahead and fuck my fingers, baby girl. Show 'em how you do it for me." You obey, letting your hips roll back and forth as Shuji holds his hand still. You fuck yourself without inhibition, clenching your wet cunt around his digits before raising back up to do it all over again.

Someone is getting off on this. You can hear him - or them - whimpering at the sight of your pretty cunt squeezing around Shuji's finger, at the sight of your cream on his hand, at the sight of your submissiveness.

"They all want what they can't have," Shuji reminds you, leaning over your frame and driving his fingers in time with your rocking motions. "It's a shame, isn't it?" You nod, and Shuji smoothes a hand over your hair. "Such a shame."

This can only go on for so long, however. It's sinful, but Shuji can't wait for you to squirt. So he helps you along since you can't touch yourself. When his fingers come down on your clit, you groan so loud the building nearly shakes with the force of it. And Shuji looks around the room with a searing gaze, daring any man to meet it. But they're all looking at you, at your body, at the way you respond to his touch. It's just too delicious.

When you shudder, Shuji speeds up his fingers, rubbing your gummy spot with every single ounce of care that he can. "Oh, shit!" The stream comes in short bursts, coating Shuji's wrist and hand in a clear fluid. The grunting of someone in the crowd makes you cum even harder, and you grip your hands so tight you feel they might fall off.

"Goddamn," Shuji laughs, shaking his hand free. It isn't long before you feel the prominent head of your boyfriend's dick press against your fluttering hole. "We're going to take it nice and slow. I'm going to ease you open, inch by inch."

Punishment. A twinge of excitement rolls down your spine as Shuji presses his tip into you, then pulls out. "Nice and easy," he repeats, slipping back inside of you a little more, then pulling out. With each stroke, the growl of pleasure gets louder, and the more Shuji groans, the more you tremble with pleasure.

"Fuck me," you beg, chanting it low and soft as he continues his punishment. "Please, Shuji."

"I hear you," Shuji replies sweetly. "You're almost ready."

"Shuji--Shuji, please, I--"

"Patience." Another inch, another moment to wait.

"Shuji."

"Almost there, baby. Shh..." A hand comes down on your mouth with the tenderness of a father shushing his child, but then Shuji bends over you, still repeating his torturous game. "Hush. Take this dick you've been begging for silently. Show these boys how good little sluts take it, hmm?"

"Yes, daddy," you breathe, and Shuji hums.

"Good girl." It's a never-ending cycle, and your mouth wishes it could express how fucked out you feel, but his directions were to be silent. So you obey. Without warning, you feel Shuji's balls press against your cunt. "Brace yourself," is the only warning you get before Shuji begins to pound your drenched pussy into the next dimension.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

It's merciless, but it's good, and you feel your body surrender completely to whatever Shuji wants. More men are cumming now, especially when Shuji whispers filthy things in your ear loud enough for the closest to hear.

"Pussy's been waiting all week for me," he hisses. "She's talking back to me - I can feel it."

You let out a broken cry, trying to grasp any thread of sanity you can find, but you lose the war against any and all logic. You can only repeat his name as you cum, and you go deaf to the rest of the world, feeling only Shuji's hands on your breasts and his cock drilling into your cunt.

"Oh," Shuji gasps, tweaking your nipples roughly. "Oh, shit, that's it." And then he's cumming, dumping spurts of cum in your already waiting cunt as if there were no tomorrow. He remains inside of you for a while, cock twitching and throbbing endlessly.

You're not sure how you missed it, but when you recover from your inevitable climax, you hear nothing except Hanma's heavy breathing.

Everyone seems to be gone except the two of you.

"Are they gone?" you breathe, and Shuji pats your ass tenderly.

"Yeah."

"Where did they go so quickly? How--"

"I told them if they stayed a second longer after I came that I'd beat them to death. Aftercare is just for the two of us, not those fuckers." There's a moment's pause, then, "Are you satisfied, baby? Was that good for you?"

"Of course," you murmur, and Shuji leans over you again, kissing your cheek. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"Sounds like a reward if they win their fights." You chuckle as Shuji undoes your ties gingerly. "I'll let them know. But for now..." You're turned onto your back, and the blindfold is removed. "You need some cleanup and some sleep."

[sunlightmurdock]

Katie, I’m thinking about parent trap Bradley again (bc when am I not thinking about him tbh 😭) but what about Mama Bradshaw getting turned on watching Bradley in his element at like a big family bbq, just looking like such a dilf with his mustache and his aviators, Hawaiian shirt with the top few buttons undone, running around after the twins and all the other kids at the party. She’s practically drooling as her eyes follow every little movement of his big arms as he picks up their little girls, or while he’s manning the grill and every time he lifts his beer bottle up to his lips… and then she’s getting up to snatch the spatula out of Bradley’s hand and practically throwing it at maverick telling him to take over grilling duties, before she pulls Bradley away and into the house for a quickie bc she’s about two seconds away from pouncing on him in the backyard in front of everyone 🫠

- @sugarcoated-lame 🧡🧡🧡

ohhhhh Kricket I can always trust you to come up with the best daddy bradshaw stuff bc I can picture this so clearly.

Bc like him grabbing Parker with one hand, the grill tongs in the other, catching her upside down right before she runs head first into the corner of a table. Spinning her around and setting her on his hip, watching that handsome smile spread across his face as he playfully scolds the toddler and waggles the tongs at her.

She giggles excitedly, thrashing around in his arm without his grasp on her ever faltering. And exactly like you said, he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a couple of buttons popped open and his dog tags peeking through, his gold-framed sunglasses sitting against the bump in his nose.

He’s beyond handsome, and completely in a world of his own as he man’s the grill and sings along to Maverick’s best of the 80’s playlist. He impresses you with his dad reflexes more than once, not even spilling a drop of his beer when Peyton grabs hold of his free hand and starts trying to climb up his side.

“That husband of yours is damn near perfect. I don’t know how you keep off of him.” A woman to your left comments, making your mouth twitch. It would seem she had read your mind, because you’ve already been planning to pounce on him for a while now.

You give her a polite smile, and chit-chat for exactly three minutes. That feels appropriate. Then, you finish the last of your lemonade and push up from your chair, walking over to him confidently as one of your twins tackles Maverick into the grass. They’re good and occupied.

“Hey, daddy,” You grin, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “Need your help with something baby related upstairs.”

And because your kids are having a sleepover at Maverick’s house that night, it doesn’t even cross Bradley’s mind that he might be being seduced. Not until he’s following you into the master bedroom and hearing you click the lock behind him.

“What did you need my help with that’s baby related?” He asks, lips twitching upwards into a smile as you stalk towards him with that devilish look in your eyes.

“Making another one.” You grin, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss.

Bradley makes it back into the party first, breathing hard as he pushes Jake Seresin away from the grill and resumes his duties. His lips are swollen from kissing and his pupils are blown wide, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

You, remain to be upstairs, trying to set everything back on Maverick’s dresser in the same place it had been before your Neanderthal of a husband had swiped it all onto the floor and pushed you up onto it.

[fqiryspit]

tysmmm ☝🏽 angst is my only therapy 💀 anywayssss smut 29 77 and 5 ??? 😭 if you dont mind, love 🤞🏽

ofccc i dont mind babes! thank you so much for requesting and angst 4 life 💔😭 thank you for requesting again!!! <333

29 77 and 5 =“Do you want my fingers?” “Touch me there. Right there.” + calling you late at night to come over |fqiryspits 3k event|

eren x fem!reader. cw: fwb, pussy kisses♡, fingering, reader touches herself, stomach bulge, etc.

you rolled over, soft purple from your led lights falling over your exposed skin from only wearing shorts and a tank top

you read the message over and over, feeling giddier and giddier each time

can u come over?

this motherfucker.

you grinned as you typed back "ofc" before throwing your phone on your bed and looking for your shoes and keys.

once you're there and slamming your fist into his door, he opens and immediately kisses you

sliding you into his apartment he closes the door without breaking the kiss, he cups your face as he detaches and smiles, strawberry lipgloss smeared on his lips messily

"missed you"

"seemed like it"

he shut you up with another kiss, and you forgot out good it felt to be kissed by him. like you're the only thing that matters, it's needy but slow like he's trying to show you how much he wants you

you walked while kissing over to his bedroom, he gave a couple taps on your thigh and you hopped right onto him

as he laid your back on his fresh white sheets and tugged at your crop top n shorts you suddenly found yourself naked and him just starting to work at his pants while shirtless

you rolled your eyes and moved over, stripping him of his pants and briefs before he could even blink

"you can't rip my clothes off then neatly take off yours" you giggled into a kiss, laying you back down while your teeth knocked from smiling

"so bossy" he cooed

"gonna fuck it right out of you" he tossed you onto your stomach and pulled your knees towards him spreading your cheeks out to see the strings of wetness on your pussy

"fuck, there she is" he moves his fingers over your slit as you whine and move toward him

"erreen"

"what do you want?" he revokes his hand completely and you huff, slipping your hand on your stomach and all the way to your cunt

"here. I want you to touch me right there" you say while tapping your finger on your hole

after you start to remove your hand just to feel a warm one halt your movements

"keep it there" he moves your hand toward your clit

"rub yourself while I do my shit" you feel yourself squeeze and start rubbing your clit while he moves closer to your cunt

"now,"

"do you want my fingers? is that what you're asking for?"

"mhmm"

you hear a pop and two wet fingers circling your pussy, he slips them in and you moan into the pillow, free hand gripping the sheets next to you

"did you get tighter, baby?" he babbles to himself, watching his fingers slide in and out of your wet hole

your wetness runs down his hands as he's knuckle deep in you, veins bursting out as he pumps you again and again. you press your clit harder and start rubbing yourself faster as he expertly fucks you with his digits

"c'mon, work yourself up for me" he whispers, moaning into his pillow as your cream spreads around his fingers

"did so good" he removes his joints and kisses your pussy as a reward

he rubs his soaked fingers around his cock and jerks it a couple times before rubbing it on your cunt

"ready?"

"mhm" and with that, he slides in, you can feel how he threw his head back and groans like he always does, man bun bobbing as his chest heavys

"fuck, I think you did get tighter" he lets out an airy laugh as you adjust to him

"that's what happens when you go off for weeks!" you match his laugh as he leans down on your arched back, kisses up your neck as you practically cum from that alone

"waited for me, baby?" he grins against your ear, and kisses it softly as he begins to move

"of course I did!" you slur, already going dizzy with how his cock slips in and out of your wet pussy

"good. I did to" him smiles and moves back down to your neck and begins to nibble at it

his hand rubs over your stomach, fingers moving up to map out where he is when he feels his bulge

he smacks his hips against you harder as he whispers "fuck, I'm deep baby...u'feel that?"

and with how you wail into the pillow he knows you fucking can, you feel every inch of him, he just wants to hear it from your lips

"yes! yesss!" he wraps his arms around you as your legs start to slip and slide from the force of him fucking you

he reaches up until he finds your tits and starts to grip on one for dear life, pulling and rubbing the nipple while you mewl like a cat in heat

his dick feels so deep, heavy balls smacking against your clit as you feel yourself unwinding

"e-eren...'gonna cumm" you whine as you feel your hair getting pulled back slightly, you already know how he loves to kiss you when you both cum so you turn your head to the side right when your orgasm hits he smashes his lips on yours and you both cum

both of you whine and moan into the kiss as you cum around his cock and he shoots his cum straight into your womb. after a moment of silence he pulls out and walks over to his bathroom, you heard his shower turn on and he walks over to you and kisses you, scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom where he'd wash you ❤︎

an: oooo i looooooooved writing this! thank you so much for the request babes! i love youuuu <333 btw I've never written reader getting it from behind in my life of fanfics (I'm pretty sure of it) sooo first time for everything <333

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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   After their night studying together at Minho’s dorm, there was complete radio silence from Felix. And the one time Minho had texted him to wish him good luck on his midterms, he had been left on delivered.

  Minho knew he was doing okay, though - from the things Chris said in passing and the rumors he heard throughout campus… about Felix’s weekend parties and continuing to make out in public with random people. 

  Before he knew it, weeks had passed since the last time Minho saw Felix. And each night, when he laid down to sleep, each time he closed his eyes… he saw Felix right there. In the front of his mind - back pressed against the wall of his dorm, staring up at him with a mix of burning anger and agony. And every time he envisioned Felix in his dreams, he had to bite his tongue to hold back the tears. 

  Chris and his other friends didn’t understand why he was in such a bad mood, but they tried to cheer him up as much as they could… by eating their meals together and hanging out around campus to study. 

  His friends were the reason why Minho found himself in the thick of a crowd in a nightclub one weekend. He usually didn’t go out into the city late at night, opting instead to play video games at home or read a good book, or even cook a meal for everyone. 

  But instead, there he was- standing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by writhing bodies. Couples were bumping and grinding to the music that blared all around the expansive room. The bass thrummed in the floor, vibrating against Minho’s heels and up into his legs. Hyunjin was the one who had invited him and Chris to the nightclub, stating that it was the best one in the city and fairly new. On top of that, Changbin was DJing a set for the night, so Minho decided to go out just once to support his friend. 

  So far, he had drunk two rum-and-cokes and could feel the buzz of liquor shooting through his veins. As he shuffled off of the dance floor, stumbling over people's feet, he searched the crowd for the rest of his friends. Changbin was busy up at the DJ booth, head bopping to the rap beat he was remixing with a famous pop song. Chris was right before the booth, in the throng of the crowd that was head-banging to the song. Hyunjin, meanwhile, was in the center of the dance floor, doing a sensual dance with a beautiful woman. 

  Immediately, Minho could feel the heavy weight of exhaustion and sadness tumble down onto his shoulders once more. Just seeing his friends - and everyone else - have a good time was making him even more depressed. So Minho made his way over the bar, sitting on one of the stools and ordering a tall bloody mary. As he sipped on the sour liquor, his eyes continued to survey the crowd. 

  He was extremely dressed down from the rest of everyone— opting for a pair of black jeans and a matching button-down that Hyunjin had convinced him to unbutton by just a tiny bit so that his chiseled pecs were visible only slightly. Minho studied the people all around him, who were mostly college students. People were making out at the bar, groups of guys were in the corners of the room, their laughs growing louder with each shot they took and then there were the people alone— 

  For a second, everything stopped. The room froze in place, the music died down, and everything came to a screeching halt. Slowly, Minho’s eyes slid over to the end of the bar, where a cluster of circled tables were positioned in a corner. 

  There, two figures were sitting on one of the cushioned plushes. One was an older man, whom Minho had never seen around town before - he looked to be in his late thirties, with a beard and dark hair, and eyes that seemed to pierce right into a person’s soul.

  And next to him was��� 

  Lee Felix. 

  But, as Minho looked a little closer, squinting for a better view, it wasn’t Felix.

  Not the one he was used to, at least. 

  No— this Felix was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. This Felix’s delicate shoulders were beginning to cave in with exhaustion. This Felix’s cheeks were as pink as a rosebud, his lips just as red and a little swollen. 

  His blonde hair was a mess of curls atop his head, having grown out a little bit since the last time Minho saw him weeks ago and now touching the nape of his neck. As usual, his skin was dripping with silver jewelry and diamonds. Minho couldn’t make out his entire outfit from such a far distance, but he caught a glimpse of the red, glittery tube-top Felix had on and that was enough to make his throat dry up. 

  Minho took a long drawl of his drink, watching over the salted rim of his cup as the older man cozied up to Felix’s side and grew a little closer. He whispered something into the blonde’s ear, and Felix turned to him with a tiny frown. Then, the stranger was taking hold of his jaw, pressing a few kisses against the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone. 

  Minho held onto his glass a little harder at the sight of it all, the chilled feeling of his drink radiating throughout his palm and waking him up from his liquor-induced daze by just a tiny bit. 

  Deep down, in the back of his mind, he knew something wasn’t right. 

  There was something… off, about the vision of Felix like that. Of how he was acting. How he was letting such an older stranger fondle him so obscenely. It wasn’t normal for him - even despite him being a big one to party and fuck around with people. 

  Minho waited and watched, eyes flicking back between the two of them. As the minutes ticked by, the man grew closer and Felix seemed to grow more exhausted. And then, things were happening again. 

 Too quickly and too soon— 

  The man was standing up from his spot on the couch and grabbing ahold of Felix’s arm, hoisting him up, and pulling him out of the booth. He grabbed ahold of his hands, smirking as Felix started to hit his arm in protest. But he was too weak, and a lot smaller than the stranger. In an instant, the man was yanking him away from the bar entirely and into the crowd of people, and the last thing Minho saw was Felix hitting at the man's chest, struggling to pull away with his halted movements.

  Just like that, Minho was losing sight of them. Heart beating wildly against his ribcage, he shot up from his barstool and slapped a tip down onto the countertop. Then, he was shooting through the bodies on the dance floor, searching for Hyunjun. By the grace of all things holy, he was able to find his friend in the crowd. 

  Reaching out, he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, shaking him out of his trance. “Hyunjin, I gotta go— something’s happened. Let the others know!” He screamed over the music, motioning with a hand to the exit. 

  It was much too loud for Hyunjin to hear, and he was probably too drunk to process Minho’s words. Even still, he nodded and held a big thumbs up. Minho didn’t wait for him to reply verbally, pushing through the shivering and gyrating bodies.

  He was taking too long— Felix was probably gone already. 

  Gone with that man and— 

  His anxiety and worry forced his legs to push harder, faster, until he was busting out of the nightclub’s front entrance. Eyes scanning the streets all around, he didn’t see anything. 

  He couldn’t find them. 

  Felix was gone. 

  But Minho didn’t give up, running down the street… eyes scanning every surface around. 

  Then, his eyes landed on a blonde head. One that was being led away on the opposite street by a taller man. They had gotten so far from the nightclub, that Minho had to sprint to catch up. 

  It was so late into the night, that darkness had settled in all around. The alleyways of the area called out to Minho in a foreboding kind of way. The nearby streetlamps did little to brighten up the surroundings, and by the time Minho made it close enough to call out to them, he was so out of breath he could barely talk. 

  “Hey- Lix!” He yelled out, as he reached their figures. 

  But the man didn’t stop, continuing to drag Felix with him. His hoodie was up now, and he had a strong grip on Felix. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Minho’s alcohol-addled brain was moving a little too slow to process everything, but he knew the basics of what was going on and what he had to do. 

  So without any more formalities, he walked up behind them and grabbed ahold of Felix’s other arm, forcing them to a stop. The man turned around, giving Minho a dark glare. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Minho started, getting a firm grasp of Felix’s forearm and pulling him a little closer to his body. 

  But the man didn’t let go, instead giving Minho a sly kind of smile. “Back to my place— we’re dating. So let go of my lover and I won’t call the police on you.” The man said, his voice coming out gravelly and deep. 

  Raising an eyebrow in question, Minho stared down at Felix, catching onto the way his eyes were nearly rolled into the back of his skull. He was so limp, he could barely hold himself up. Minho’s hand crawled down his arm, his fingers entangling with Felix’s chilled ones. 

  “He’s much too drunk for you to take him anywhere. So let go of him and I’ll make sure he actually gets home.” Minho seethed out, the rage boiling deep inside of him at the sight of Felix so weak. 

  He had been drugged, that much Minho knew. 

  Drugged by the man in front of him. 

  “And who the fuck are you, to tell me what to do?” The guy was yelling now, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping Felix’s arm. 

  “I’m his friend. Now let him go,” Minho said, giving the man a poisonous, deadpan stare. “And maybe I won’t report you for drugging him.” Which was a complete lie, but at that point, he was scrambling for anything. 

  And just when the man was about to open his stupid mouth to say something else, people were shouting down the street, across the way from them. Turning only slightly, but still keeping an eye on the man in front of him, he saw three figures trudging down the street. 

  He recognized the first one, with silver-fox locks. 

  The people in question were Felix’s friends. 

  Thank fuck, he wasn’t the only one around now. 

  Almost instantly, upon seeing the three men stride up to their sides, the man was yanking his hand away from Felix’s skin as if it had burned him. Then he turned around and made a run for it. 

  “Fucking coward! I'm still gonna report you, fuckface!” Minho screamed in his wake, watching the stranger bolt down an alleyway and quickly get lost in the misty night. Felix’s friends were growing closer now, and Minho’s head pounded with a mix of liquor and adrenaline that still rushed through his veins. 

  Felix felt light as a feather in his arms, as Minho grabbed ahold of him. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Minho pulled him close. “Felix… can you hear me?” He whispered, brushing a few fingers against his cheek. He was so warm to the touch, his lips slightly parted and eyes completely closed. “It’s going to be okay… please, just hold on a little longer, baby…”

  “Who was that?” Jisung was the first one to talk as they neared Minho, taking a long drawl from his joint. 

  “Probably some weirdo that wanted to fuck Felix- what’s new-“ Seungmin joked, his tone light. 

  The carelessness of Felix’s friends made Minho’s blood boil. And when he turned around to face them, and they saw the state of their friend, all of their casual expressions dropped instantly. 

  “What the fuck were you all doing?! Leaving him alone in there-” Minho screamed, pointing back towards the nightclub with its loud music bleeding out of the front entrance. “He was drugged and he would’ve been taken by that man if Ihadn’t stopped him!”

  The first one to speak up was Jeongin, nearing them and brushing a hand against the top of Felix’s head. “Is he okay?” His voice trailed off, as his eyes searched Felix’s face. 

  “I don’t know, but I need to get him home. So one of you useless fucks need to call a cab.” Minho gritted through his teeth, pulling Felix away from Jeongin’s touch. Then he was hoisting him up into his arms, bridal style. Keeping him as close as humanly possible. 

  Jisung frowned at the insult, shaking a finger at Minho. “Hey! Don’t get mad at us— we didn’t know where he had gone, that's why we came out here looking for him,” He started, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Plus, he’s a manwhore anyways— he loves getting fucked by strangers. Ask anyone on campus.” 

  Minho watched, as Seungmin pulled out his phone and began to call a cab. “You’re the worst friends, you know that?” Minho said, voice low as gravel. He looked around the small group, at the way Jisung continued to smoke his weed right there while his friend was drugged, at the way Seungmin was typing away on his phone without a care in the world. The only one who seemed mildly concerned was Jeongin, with his knit brows and a deep frown. “I can’t believe he got mixed up with you. You all suck and I’ll get my own taxi so don’t even fucking worry about it.” 

  And then, like a random chance of luck, a taxi pulled up to the curb right outside of the nightclub. A group of girls in short skirts and stripper heels tumbled out of the car, giggling and smiling as they made their way into the club. Stepping onto the curb, Minho waved down the taxi. 

  Only after he had carefully seated Felix down in the backseat did he turn around and regard Felix’s friends. “I really hope this situation teaches Felix who his true friends are,” Minho said, glaring at the three of them. 

  Shrugging only a little bit, Seungmin stared up from his phone and gave Felix a sardonic kind of laugh. “Your hatred for us is kinda entertaining, not gonna lie,” then he was showing his phone to Jisung beside him, scrolling through something. “Ji— look, there’s a bigger club just down the road, let’s go check it out.” 

  Without another word, Minho was sliding into the backseat right beside Felix. Just as he was about to slam the door, a hand caught ahold of the frame. Jeongin leaned into the car, eyes scanning over Felix’s limp body which was slumped against Minho. “Let me know when you get home. Here’s my number.” He pushed a piece of paper into Minho’s hand. 

  Staring down at it, Minho crumpled the thing between his fingers. “I don’t want any kinda contact with you.” 

  “Do it for Felix, then. Please.” 

  Then Minho’s eyes were flicking up to Jeongin’s and he noticed the way his face was colored with desperation, the way his mouth was pulled into a thin line and his eyes danced with concern. 

  So all Minho did was nod silently before Jeongin pulled away and shut the door with a quiet click. 

  Minho reached out after that, as the taxi began to move. He gently grabbed ahold of Felix’s hand and squeezed it. The blonde was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

  And it took everything in Minho’s power not to start crying just then. At seeing Felix’s weakened state, his mind replayed the scenes of the night. How Felix was almost taken away. How he could’ve been kidnapped and raped by a stranger. Or, even worse. 

  Leaning his head against the seat, he stared out the car’s window. Studied Seoul’s dark streets, and the blaring lights all around. He squeezed Felix’s fingers a little bit just then, feeling like he never wanted to let go. 

  Making a promise to himself that he never would. 

  Not again.

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[valeriele3]

While reading some Yan! TWST and listening to Enstars I had a thought/idea..

(I know my “ideas” are prolly definitely not original sooo if y’all find something like the ones I’ve been posting about please tell me..! 😭 My ideas are in my Masterlist so please tell me if you find one like it)

What if we ourselves found or (somehow) created a mirror that will lead us back “home”?

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Yan! TWST and (implied) Yan! Enstars x Forgetful!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely cringe. I don’t have the energy to try and make it “better” and my head & eyes hurt

Now just imagine a Reader who easily forgets even the simplest things(basically how I am irl..) and while they were like with the characters they suddenly remembered what they were planning on doing

They wanted to tell Crowley they didn’t need his help anymore with the portal/mirror to their home bc they found/created one but unfortunately forgot where his office is. So, they decided to ask the characters where it is

The conversations, bickering, and arguing immediately stops. They turn to the reader and say “What?” Reader repeats their question and how they found/created a mirror back to their home

They all panic and some ask them “Are you leaving?! Why are you leaving?!!”

Reader replies with “Huh? No, I’m not leaving” the characters are relieved and releases the breath they didn’t know they were holding “but” everyone freezes

“But what..?” Some gulp, some are nervous, some are planning an abduction..

“I will leave temporarily..Don’t worry! It’s just a short trip back home. I’ll just pack my laptop, cellphone, and some favorite clothes!”

“Are you sure? That’s all?”

“Mhm! Oh..! You guys can join me if you want 😊”

“Of course.”

“WAIT!— Uhm..Never mind..”

“Hm? Why? Do you not want us in your home?” (The characters that were hoping to maybe steal a few of your things are now sad..)

“Oh no no..It’s not that! I really don’t mind you guys in my house but..If I bring you guys along they might notice I’m back”

“They?”

“Yup! My coworkers”

“What’s wrong with them finding out? Do I need to kill them?”

“Uhh..Let’s just say they’re..A bit obsessed..If possible I’d want to just get my things and leave without a word”

“I see..” ‘Looks like I need to kill someone..’

“Sooo..I guess that’s my plan! [Insert Dramatic Loud Gasp] MIKA oh shit..I need to at least say goodbye to him..Oh poor Mika, he most likely spent days and weeks crying nonstop..” Reader Frowns

“Who the heck is Mika??” The characters have a dark look in their eyes that looks like they’re ready to kill

“A friend. *sigh* I need to give him a proper explanation or else he might think I abandoned him..Hell, he probably already thinks that..Wait a minute— Abandoned..?” [Insert another loud dramatic gasp]

“What now..”

“RITSU!! MY POOR BOY IM SO SO SORRY! HEKWNSJW I DONT EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE FOR LEAVING YOU ALONE IM SO SORRY MY LOVE”

“Who? Wait, did you just say ‘love’?” They smile creepily sweetly with veins on their foreheads ready to pop any second

Before they can question them further Reader already left sprinting towards their dorm in a hurry, all previous plans long forgotten

~The End?~

[queenofbaws]

Would you be willing to do the five times Josh “blackmailing” someone and the 1 time the group blackmails him? (If that goes over your 6 sentence Saturday and Sunday I’m so sorry 😭)

His first mistake, little did he know it, was Beth: He joined her in the kitchen, squeezing her shoulders from behind in a brotherly show of antagonism as he said in a stage-whisper, "It sure would be a shame if Mom figured out who took that $50 out of her purse last week...but never fear, you can buy my silence for the low, low price of finishing this dumbass art assignment for me."

It followed then, that his second mistake was Hannah: Innocently enough, he held the car keys an inch or two out of her reach, smirking like the Cheshire Cat as he made his case, warning, "If you don't want Pops to figure out who dinged the fender the other night, well...I do have a history report that needs doing..."

Mistake number three barely felt like a mistake at all, because it was Ashley, who would've done the English write-up for him just for the fun of it: "Man, it's crazy how many personal, private, deeply confidential text messages you've sent to my cellular device detailing your infatuation with our dear friend Christopher," he said anyway, stealing a french fry without even asking, "could you imagine how mortifying it'd be if he saw one of those?"

And in that same vein, Chris only registered as a 'mistake' in the most technical of senses, considering how quick he was to fold on the best of days: The angle on that one was a little more blunt than he'd used on the ladies, but only just, his threat delivered flatly, "I swear to God, my man, if you want me to keep listening to you wax poetic about the color of her eyes without calling her and letting her listen in, you better finish this calculus shit for me - and don't test me, because you know I'm aching to tell Ash all about this."

His biggest mistake, though, his worst mistake, was Sam: He'd only gotten half of that proposition out, teasing, "If you don't want me to ruin that vegan street cred of yours by telling everyone about that honey I just saw you put in your tea - " before she stopped him cold.

"And if you don't want me to send the video of you weeping at the end of Titanic to the group chat," Sam said calmly, smiling as she took a sip of said tea, "you won't even finish that sentence - how's that work for you?"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[papurgaatika]

Omg hiiiiiii papaya!! Any Pedro character reluctantly becoming a Disney princess 😭😭 I’m talking finding a raccoon staring at you through the kitchen window and scaring the shit out of you and then reluctantly leaving food out for it and it bringing an entire family of little guys 😭😭😭 throw in a few stray cats too ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

EEEEK

thank you for this ask so much! I went semi off the rails and a little off topic buttt without further do!!

this to me is screaming Joel. And I know it feels basic, but Austin has a bunch of deer that come out all the time so it makes sense. 

To me, a young Joel who's been dealing with a very grumpy Sarah is half dozing off on his porch one night and wakes up in fight or flight because he hears crying. It isn't Sarah it's a tiny little fawn stumbling around calling for its momma and joel being the big softie that is immediately just crouching down to look as friendly and soft as possible. He's lived here long enough to know not to mess with them unless he wants a very angry deer fighting him, so he keeps his distance until he realizes the poor things caught plastic wrap and is probably hurting. He goes into the house as quietly as he can, not wanting to startle the poor thing and definitely not wanting to wake Sarah up, grabs a pair of her kiddy scissors, and walks back out. He’s the definition of a gentle giant at this moment, walking up slowly to the frightened baby and cooing at it. “S’alright honey, ain't gonna hurt ya” his words are tender, as soft as he was the first time he held Sarah and all the times she had to get shots, and he can feel a lump in his throat. The fawn recognizes help when she sees it, his voice helping to soothe her distress as much he can. Joel crouches down on the ground, running a pacifying hand over the creature's back, trying to keep her still while he snips at the plastic meticulously. He pauses when he hears a twig snap behind him, looking over his shoulder to see a very protective doe staring at him. 

Joel is protective. He knows what it feels like to think your baby’s in danger and wants to do anything and everything possible to keep everyone away from them. He pockets the scissors and steps back slightly, holding his hands up to show her that he means no harm. He lets the doe come up in front of him and sniff his hand, assessing the situation. “Aint gonna hurt her..” he whispers “tryin’ta help your baby…” the doe continues to gaze at him, moving to her own fawn, and making sure she was okay. “Reminds me of mine.. She’s asleep inside” joel was unsure as to why he was talking to a deer at 10 pm, and why he was getting emotional about it, but that was his life he supposed. He moves slowly back to the baby and gently shows the doe that he truly was just taking off the plastic, that he was helping. And to his surprise, she lets it happen, doing nothing more than overseeing him. He feels his hands shake slightly, not wanting to go too fast or cut her. Despite the dulled blade, he could feel the slight anxiety coursing through his veins as he worked to cut the plastic binding her legs. A sigh of relief leaves his lips as he snips at the final piece holding her bound, and watches it fall to the ground. 

The fawn finds her footing and immediately goes to her mother, the two of them simply being with each other for a moment. Joel just watches while his heart absolutely clenches at the sight of them. The doe turns to look at him, not moving in the slightest, just staring at him. Silently conveying her thanks in a way that only a parent will share with another. Joel watches as the two stalk off into the woods, the doe keeping a close eye on her baby as they leave with one last glance at joel. He lets out a sigh, glancing down at his watch and realizing that it is now 11 pm. He groans and stands up his knees popping as he does, and makes his way back inside, giving one last glance out to the woods before he shuts the door. 

He wakes up the next morning with a slight headache, groaning as he walks down to the kitchen to grab a tylenol and some water, stopping in his tracks when he hears a scratching noise on his porch. He narrows his eyes and swings his door open to find the same doe and fawn from last night, taking a peaceful rest in the warmth of the sun on the wooden deck. He smiles to himself, gazing down at them with a warmth that rivals the sun. He goes back inside, shutting the door as quietly as he can, content with the choices he made.

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 03 Chapter 03 | unfortunate⌟

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You gripped the sides of your head in panic as you stared at the legs in front of you.

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT!

You were currently stuck underneath the table of the famous boy band, BTS; if your existence were revealed, it'd be over for you.

I'm too pretty to go to jail, you thought, shivering in terror at the thought of getting arrested because of a stupid mistake.

"Okay, ____. Don't panic," you mumbled to yourself, clenching and unclenching your hands in a rhythmic beat to calm yourself.

After successfully calming down, you reached into your back pocket and fetched out your phone.

A small bit of terror mixed with frustration ran through your veins when you saw that it was down to ten percent.

With no time to waste, you hurried to your contacts, shooting Seora a quick text.

____ Seora!

Not even a second later, you saw her typing back.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Girl, where are you? I'm waiting out at the front, did you get the jacket?

____ Yes and I'm fucking stuck!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Stuck? Where?

____ Under the fucking table of BTS!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 I- Say sike rn

____ I'm deadass!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Receipts or it didn't happen

____ Seora!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Okok, I'll stop playing How the fuck did you get stuck there?

____ Because YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING WARN ME IF SOMEONE WAS COMING AND YOU DIDN'T!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 OK First of all, plz don't yell, I'm sensitive ;-; But seriously, I literally sent a text saying someone was coming and how I got caught and had to be escorted out Btw I'm blacklisted from volunteering or coming close to that venue Dreams crushed of seeing ATEEZs upcoming tour 💔😔🤧

True to her word, you scrolled up only to come face-to-face with a few texts saying exactly what she said they would.

____ Shit I'm fucked

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Yeah U kinda fucked bestie

____ I'm finna go to jail 😭

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Send pics of RM's ankles first I have a bet going on with this boy that RM is blasian, if his ankles ashy, then we have our answer

____ 😐😑😐

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Can't you just idk wait and crawl out when it's over?

You sat for a few seconds, thinking it over; it sounded like a good idea, but the flaws were immediately pointed out to you.

____ There might be people coming to clean up after What if they catch me?

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Wait a sec I think I have an idea

As typing bubbles popped up from Seora's, most likely, long paragraph, your phone began powering down before completely cutting off.

The panic you felt earlier returned ten-fold. "No. No. No. No," you whispered as you repeatedly pressed the power button; the screen cut back on shortly only to show that it was currently on zero percent before cutting back off.

You pressed your face into your hands in defeat, allowing your dead phone to fall into your lap; you were doomed.

The excited giggles and deep chuckles brought you back from your mini-self-pitying fest.

Right.

You were stuck under the table of BTS during their fan-meeting with no means of communication.

At this point, all you could do was wait.

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For the past two hours, you've been stuck in the same position: sitting, legs crossed, with your hands buried deep into your lap.

Your mind had been in shambles since your phone died, leaving you stranded and at the mercy of fate. At this point, anything could happen, whether it be you getting caught or actually making it out without consequences.

Every time you felt yourself slipping into a trance, thinking that you were just dreaming, a sharp squeal of happiness would tear you away as a fan got a brief moment to speak with the famous idols.

Though, occasionally, you'd move sideways when one of them stretched their legs a little too close to you.

You didn't think you'd last if you had to wait another hour.

Fortunately, your prayers must have been answered because not even ten minutes later, the announcer went on to thank everyone for coming out to support BTS.

As the idol group stood up from the table, giving the audience an in-sync bow, you could hear the whining of the fans wanting the fan-meeting to last longer; soon enough, BTS exited the room, leaving you to sigh and breathe in relief.

Shots of nerves left your frame as you heard the sound of the audience dwindle. The room was as empty as it was when you and the volunteers left to take group pictures.

This was your chance to leave before the cleaning crew came.

Heaving yourself up onto your knees, you began crawling toward the end of the table. Just as you reached the end, you were stopped by something holding onto your shoe.

You wanted to turn around to see what was holding you back, but the sound of the metal door, that led you to your doom, opening filled your ears followed by a male's voice, "The room's empty now, so I'll go fetch a few staff members to help me gather the chairs before mopping. We should be done in less than two hours."

You have to hurry!

Tugging harder, you snatched and kicked your foot until it was set free; you allowed a relief-filled sigh to exit your body.

But relief immediately turned into shock when a loud crash echoed all around you.

Looking over your shoulder to find the source of the noise, you were met with the other end of the table broken down onto the floor.

The voice from earlier spoke out, causing your heart to stutter in fear within your chest. "What the hell was that?" The sound of footsteps grew nearer as the man came towards you.

Panic filled your body for the umpteenth time that day.

You were going to get caught!

With no time to think, you did the first thing that entered your mind: you reached for your foot, yanked off your shoe, and threw it as far as you could from underneath the table.

The sound of the shoe meeting one of the chairs caused a bigger crash to fill the room as it knocked over neighboring chairs.

You nearly shed tears as the direction of the man's footsteps drifted away from your direction towards the fallen chairs.

Peeking underneath the purple cloth, you watched as the man stared down at your flame-decorated Converse in confusion before picking up the chairs. Taking the chance, you rolled out from underneath the table before scurrying towards the door like a bug.

You cracked open the door wide enough for your body to slip through, nearly sobbing when you made it outside.

Raising yourself onto shaky legs, you allowed tears of relief to well up inside of your eyes. You couldn't believe you made it.

Your moment of serenity didn't last too long due to the sound of incoming footsteps.

Looking over, you were met with the face of the teller from earlier that day. "Ms. Han? Where is your shoe and what are you still doing here? Volunteers were dismissed nearly four hours ago."

Your mouth opened and closed several times. "I-I..." Shit. You didn't think you'd run into someone so soon; you'd hoped you'd make it to the nearest restroom and pretend that you had massive diarrhea or something.

Think, ____! Think!  Your mind screamed as the teller stared down at you, waiting for an answer.

"My shoe mysteriously disappeared while I was in the restroom. I spent the last three hours searching for them before giving up," you stated in the best ditzy impression you could muster. "I suspect the Nargles are behind it."

The teller was quiet for a few seconds, trying to understand your sentence. "The...Nargles?"

"Yes, the Nargles. Mischievous creatures they are. But I suppose they're far away now, celebrating their haul." You smiled, swaying gently side-to-side.

On the inside, you were crying tears of embarrassment, but you knew this would be the only way to get out without having to really explain what happened.

The look on the teller's face was priceless at the act you put on. Before he could say anything, you began walking away in a dream-like daze. "I best get home before it gets too late. I hear that the Wrackspurts love to come out around midnight." And as soon as you were out of the teller's sight, you sprinted out of the building as fast as you could go.

A/N: Lol, hope you enjoyed this. P.S. if you get the reference, I immediately love you  ❤

~𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚~

The teller had a confused and disturbed look on his face as he watched you walk away with one shoe on foot.

He couldn't help but repeat the names of the strange creatures you brought up in the midst of his questioning you; so into his thoughts, he didn't notice the door opening, allowing the body of the man that almost caught you earlier to come out.

"Hey Ken, you won't believe this," the man spoke, breaking the teller away from his thoughts.

"Huh?" Ken asked, looking over to his friend. "What is it, Nathan?"

"I think one of the members left their hoodie behind, I found it underneath the table," the man said, lifting an oversized red hoodie before holding up a flame-decorated shoe. "Oh, I also found this shoe sitting in the middle of the room."

Ken's eyes widened at the shoe, he recognized it: it was the missing shoe you were looking for. "The Nargles," he gasped, his mouth falling open in awe.

Looking from Nathan to the shoe, Ken snatched the shoe away from him before sprinting down the hall, calling for you, "Ms. Han! Here's your shoe! The Nargles left behind in the fan-meeting room!"

Nathan was taken aback by this. "Nargles? What the fuck are Nargles?"